You lifelessly do another casual stroll on catwalk, looking so calmly
in presenting "final product" of ruthless, silent killing machinery.
Without remorse, touching else natural belongings on your own "hot
product"..

You swing your hips, and leftovers of mutilated carcass fly around
You. It doesn't ring your bell, no- you don't recognize that smell
of hard burden and slow, tremendous death.

You Stop and stare ....do your pose and turn... that bleached
skin with hair that hangs on you is dead- but on your turn, it moves
around you...in slopes...

oh....wait a minute,Did I mention that pain was unbearable, and
was coming in slopes- Very hard. and then harder. To die of-And then
they did!

You can't feel that because your body is numbed, your emotions float
in accounts with six zero's .While removing Your hairs have you ever cut
your self with that expensive diamond razor?Have you ever saw your own
blood coming out from a wound?Could you stand a pain, on medications or
straight?

Eyes of the World are crying, watching desperately how biggest funeral
and horrific massacre is turned in commodities and accessories!

You... glittery puppet, You still live for public opinion;And public
is asking from you to Stop taking your part in this disgraceful act,
to end lending Your body as a hanger for trimmed hairs on dyed
corpses...

Selling something that belongs to you is work, but selling something
that is not yours- counts as crime.